Harry let go of Ginny's hand, stood up, and walked across the room. He ran a hand through his hair. Ginny was definitely crying, though she was trying to hide it. "I know it doesn't change that we love each other, Ginny. Nothing will. But, it's not what's going on between us that I'm worried about. I mean, obviously the fact that you could have been killed makes me a little uneasy...." Harry said, his voice rising. "But, a girl is dead, and what does this mean for everyone else? Ron, Fred, George, Neville, Hermione, you." In his small temper, Harry added, "You know, I was considering some pretty harsh things when I found out it was you who was targeted. I mean, sometimes I think it would just be better if I went to go live on a desert island where no one has to deal with 'The Boy Who Lived'."
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